“Aren’t you going to ask?” “Nope.” “Why?” “Three reasons. One: if you lie and tell me you were off-roading with a bunch of college buddies, I will cry. Two: I know you well enough to know it’s probably something you can’t tell me, which is okay. Three: If you could have told me, you would have by now.” She started to dab a new cut, but he cupped her face in both his hands, stealing her attention.
I can't explain how much I love the seemingly blind trust. No overthinking, no muss, she's okay with giving him his privacy. Granted: she had an even bigger secret and she was closer to figuring out his than him herself.
